rackofbadcds | IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

This is probably the first time someone's summoned Sans because they want to stop having a bad time, but Mettaton prides himself on being full of surprises.

What came as a surprise to him was the fact that Alphys, Alphys, in his time of need, chastised him for being careless and simply reminded him that she too was on vacation with her significant other. She told him to wait it out! Him! Mettaton! Monsterkind and Humanity's brightest star!! Her best friend!!

Sigh. He can't wait it out. He can't play Weekend At Bernie's with his own corpse for the rest the week.

The voice that responds from behind the door is uncharacteristically quiet, but certainly (a strangely non-tinny) Mettaton. "sans? the door's unlocked. you can come in." And it's true! The door isn't locked at all.

Huh. That's odd, though. Papyrus isn't in the room and Mettaton looks like he's shut off against the bed.

Sheesh, how did everyone get a vacation but him? Maybe it was the downside of all those all those great, legally-required breaks. Lame. Oh well, he's here now, so he's certaintly not complaining.

The voice on the other side sounds... strange. It's definitely Mettaton, but something's off. After a pause, Sans opens the door and steps inside.

Well. Papyrus wasn't on fire, but he wasn't here either. Double strange. The skeleton flattens an colorful, garish Hawaiian shirt he's wearing against his ribs and walks up to Mettaton's body.

"Hey. You awake?"

Sans can tell the bot is off, but he doesn't see anyone else, so... okay. Sure. He'll talk to a busted robot. He knocks on his front screen while he's at it.

Wow, that's his body! "nooo, i told you to open the door in my sleep," said the tiny, indignant voice definitely not coming from the still-downed machine. It sounded like it was coming from inside the curtains next to the not-shattered window. "of course i'm awake!"

Ugh. This is embarrassing.

The voice continues, along with a soft, pink glow from inside the curtains. "...you didn't bring anyone with you, did you?" He knows he only gave Sans one ticket, but... he also knows the skeleton. Tricksy hobbit was capable of anything.

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Look, he knows you're not in there... kind of. Then Sans catches the pink glow behind the curtain, next to the obviously-not-broken window. He'd crack wise, but he's actually never seen a ghost outside their corporeal form, so color him curious as he steps forward.

"... Wheelies? That you?"

He won't lie. The temptation to look there, but as much as he's ragged on Mettaton before... Sans Learns a Privacy. That and, well. He can put two and two together.

"Nope, it's just me. Papyrus not here either?" He tilts his head, quiet for a moment, then he adds: "... so are you getting ghost-dressed, or can I pull this back?"

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Thank god. It was bad enough being stuck like this on his vacation, but to have Sans bring someone else into it? Ugh, what if he snuck in Toriel? Or Frisk?!

It's too awful to think about.

"yes, it's me," he sighs. "your brother ran out to get the two of you something to eat. we weren't expecting you so soon." Which is ridiculous in hindsight. "and i'm not a ghost, sans." Well. "not anymore... as it stands, i'd still rather not anyone see me like this. it's bad for my image." From his wispy tone of voice, it wasn't doing any favors to his self-image, either.

"look. you know i invited you here for a reason that wasn't just family-fun time; i need your help."

Taking the kid to a theme park wouldn't have been a bad idea. Sans thought about it. At the same time, though, he had a feeling he needed to handle this on his own. If anything, he could have told Frisk to stay in their room, but... they're too curious for their own good. Sans'll just convince Mettaton they deserve a vacation later.

"Ah."

Good to know where Papyrus was. He holds his hands up.

"Right. Sorry. Not used to this kind of thing." Which is true. Sans knew the basics of how ghosts and corporeals worked, partly through Mad Dummy on his occasional trips to Undyne's house, but that was about it. For now, he makes it obvious that he's not going to peek by keeping his hands to himself.

He WAS quick on the draw, but he didn't plan on it and Mettaton wouldn't know that anyway -- unless he ever watched the brothers practice-fight before. Anyway. Mettaton knows he knows, so they can skip the details.

"Yeah... I had a feeling. So what's the problem?" He looks to Mettaton's body. "Body busted?"

Really wishing he still had a head right now. The light bobs behind the curtain in lieu of a nod and wow he can't even point to his body. This is worse than even just being a ghost!!

"in the name of my creative endeavors, alfy recently equipped my ex-form with synthetic tears. it..." He is not going to admit to Sans that a cutesy ride about ghosts made him cry and break himself. It's not happening. "it malfunctioned last night." Thank goodness he wasn't in it! Also something he does not plan on explaining. It was nice to show Papyrus because he trusts and loves him dearly, but to be trapped like this?? "i tried to contact alfy, but she's attending to other matters."

Ugh, how do you even begin with something like this? It's like instructing someone how to do your autopsy! The light dims and something small pushes up against the curtain like it's trying desperately to point at the broken rectangle. "i think the tears must have fried out my systems, but i'm not sure and i can't possibly look myself. the top lights on either side of my display are actually buttons; pressing the both of them at once should trigger the manual release so you can examine the damage."

Okay, that answer's almost everything Sans would have asked anyway, but...

"Synthetic tears?" Sans looks back and raises... well, if he had eyebrows, he'd be raising them. The sentiment still stands. He knows he shouldn't be surprised, and yet here we are. Yep. This was definitely some Stupid Shit. He goes back to the robot again. "... Welp."

The skeleton didn't exactly have the tools to fix a robot, but he could at least look at the damage, sure. He grabs a rolling chair from the desk nearby and sits himself in front of Mettaton's body.

"I dunno what makes you think I know how to fix these kinda things, but... ehh. Why not? I'll give it a shot."

Which is... partly true. Alphys was the engineer. Most of what Sans learned from shadowing his father was a whole other story. Still, he knew enough. Besides, Papyrus already told people that Sans liked "science fiction" (Alphys probably helped), and it wasn't unheard of for him to play occasional handyman.

"So this pops open...?"

Nevermind. That's rhetorical. He pops the manual release pretty quickly on his own.

The robot hisses as the hydraulic lock releases and its bottom panel pushes inward and separates. Inside is a mess of wires, a burnt motherboard-looking device, a whole slew of metal and tubes, and an empty space for the core to hook into.

Obviously, the core is somewhere else. He's hovering out from behind the curtain and sliding under the bed while Sans' back is turned, the pink light spilling from underneath giving his new location away.

"you don't need to play dumb with me, darling. i know you're smarter than you pretend," Mettaton says, appraising himself now that he has a closer look. It's creepy. He does not like this. "if you're going to be my only hope for salvaging this vacation, we need to get the act out of the way, alright?

"how is it?"

Sans is all bone, literally, so it's easy to get his fingers in and start feeling through the mess. The motherboard is definitely wrecked, and the empty space gets his attention too...

"... Heh," is about all the response Mettaton will get to his suggestion about the 'act'. He doesn't quite acknowledge it, but he doesn't deny it either. "Hey. I said I'd try, didn't I? I never exactly doctored a robot before."

Vague the skeleton. Anyway. His bony fingers continue to poke through Mettaton's 'guts'.

"... well, verdict depends. Your board's fried. You're either gonna have to replace it or rewire your insides to different power source, if you want a quick fix." He says 'you', but it's probably going to be him. If there were other, non-fried systems in Mettaton's body that he didn't need for two days, Sans could probably rearrange some wires, but... "I'm guessin' you didn't bring any spare parts."

"hmph." Not a surprising answer, honestly. Mettaton can never tell what's going on in that numb-skull of Sans' and he's still not sure how he knows the skeleton knows more about things than he lets on (he needs to not drink that much. It cannot be good for him), but knows an actor when he sees one. And he knows Sans is nothing if not filled with secrets.

Tired all the time, indeed, Papyrus.

But oh god, that's awful. He knew he saw sparks and smoke, but FRIED?! "of course i didn't! this is my vacation!!!" Exhausted, needy whine. "can't you... get something? if you can break into my penthouse, you can break into alphys' lab!"

"Sorry, pal. I don't know any shortcuts from here to Alphy's." Which is a vague way of saying he can't teleport that far. "Besides, hopping on a plane back just to go to Alphy's is gonna take a lot longer."

Sans takes his hands out and leans back in the rolling chair, hands going back into the pockets of a hideous pair of khaki shorts. He's dunkle-ing it harder than ever before.

"Plan B's still an option. It's a quick fix, but I can switch some wires around and sap power from whatever systems you don't need for a couple days."

For having .30% power in his voice as usual, Mettaton is trying awfully hard to sound like he's never been more offended in his life. "what i-- what i don't need?!" What sort of ignorant, awful thing is Sans saying now?! The light under the bed is pitching a fit, turning red and bright like a nightlight trying to be scary. "i'm not just a-- a computer that you can turn functions off to play solitaire faster! i'm a person, sans!!! i need everything!!!"

So rude!!

"Wait.

Do you have solitaire in here."

"no, i do not have solitaire installed in my body!!!!" It was the loudest screech the poor thing could manage. Bolts of electrical magic sparked out from underneath the bed and along the carpet. "this is not funny, sans! just fix me!!"

SNRK.

Sans lifts his legs off the floor to avoid said electric magic. You can tell Sans is trying his not-so-damnedest to laugh. He really is. Promise.

"Ok, ok, ok. Seriously, though. Plan B might be your only option if you want this fixed RIGHT now."

He leans back further, propping his legs up on the bed and watching the light show underneath.

"Hypothetically, imagine you HAD solitaire... for some reason. You're probably not gonna play it for the next couple days in a theme park. So... non-hypothetically, I'm guessing you got a couple somethings like that. Or a lot."

He wouldn't be surprised you have a battery problem if you do.

Scoff. SCOFF! "i do not!! everything is completely essential to how i preform!" Knowing Mettaton, preform is the key word, here. He's not talking about functioning; he's talking about showing off. "there's not one thing i can go without!"

A keen eye can, despite the singe, make out labels inside of the robot's shell. Cables are connected to things like "burners", "morning dj soundboard", "glitter hands", "pen finger", "japanese language mod", "family-friendly censor", "chainsaw", and "snail release".

It's possible Mettaton is exaggerating about needing all of those.

"Yeah, uh, that word doesn't mean what you probably think it means."

That said, he does remember seeing tiny labels in the shell itself. He pauses for a moment, then lowers his chair and looks again. He keeps it quiet this time, on the off-chance that Mettaton isn't looking.

Holy cow, this is like the robot equivalent of too many apps on a phone. Or when you got too many apps running in the background.

"... Say. No reason, but... speaking of functions, have you met anybody who knows Japanese here? I didn't know what 'Japanese' was 'til not too long ago."

Bullshit. He's seen Alphys anime. But MTT doesn't know that... he thinks. Maybe. Probably.

Thankfully for Sans, Mettaton isn't looking. He's laying on his "back" under the bed after his little pouting session, hating the fact he has no eyes to roll at Sans' continuous attitude. He knew he should have kept bugging Alfy. He just didn't feel like dragging Undyne into it because he KNEW she'd be here the second he called her girlfriend and he REALLY didn't want her to learn his secret, but...

Ugh.

What's that? Japanese? "i'll have you know i actually used that function during my tour. oh, it was so marvelous in japan!! it was like that crowd had waited their whole lives to see me preform! i hadn't even said a word and they were already in love the second i stepped on stage!! and who wouldn't be, with a... body like. mine..."

...wait. "why do you ask?"

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"I meant here, technically, but you already answered the question."

Bam, Sans already did it. Of course he listened and waited for Mettaton just to be completely sure, but it wasn't that hard to reroute his energy sources to begin with. Bony fingers make wiring easy. The front screen of MTT's body lights up and quietly bwoops to life.

It's only a little bit of power and the screen itself is in come kind of... set-up mode? Yeah. Still, Plan B is definitely working.

"Bingo."

Don't worry, MTT. If you let him, you'll get your body back in no time. Here's hoping seeing himself start coming back to life again will bring him on Sans' side.

"i--" Another scoff. "i. took a photo with some fans just yesterday, i'll have you know." Which required all of ten sentences, but those were ten sentences he wouldn't have if he just turned that language center off. Honestly, what was so hard to understand about everything being important? ...maybe he doesn't need to release the snails at home right now, but what if Blooky loses the key? What if there's an emergency? What if he needs to sign for a check and all of their pens are out of ink?? What if he's doing an interview and their silly little soundboard stops functioning? He needs to be prepared!

Wait, he knows that sound-- IS HE BACK ONLINE??

A little hint of pink metal is peaking out from underneath the bed, clearly intrigued and overjoyed despite not having a face. "oh my god, sans! you're beautiful! what did you do??"

Edited (i remember what tense i'm in, shut up) 2016-02-08 16:03 (UTC)

The skeleton looks down from the bed and catches that hint of pink. So that's what he looks like, huh? Well, part of it. Regardless, Sans did his job.

"Plan B, buddy. I turned off your Japanese. I probably bought you... what?" He glances back to the screen. "I'm guessin' a couple hours of juice so far?"

Sans could do more than guess if he let his body reboot or... well, whatever he does to turn on. Alphys and Mettaton would know better. First, though, he wants to convince the other to let him fangle around some more.

"you did what?!" He just said not to! He just...!

Nnnngh, but the power's back and Mettaton really doesn't want to spend the rest of his vacation without his body. He misses having hands and legs. GOD, he misses his legs. He misses holding hands already. He can't even be seen like this...

There's grumbling under the bed. Grumbling and more sparks of tortured indecision.

"turn off the tears, at least." Legs win out.

Hey, hey, hey. Sans could always reroute it back. Or Alphys.

"You got it, boss."

More fangling. Poor Alphys was probably going to have to untangle this whole mess by the time they all came home. They'd be able to replace the fried bits by then, at least.

As the skeleton rearranges more wires, Mettaton's body seems to come back to life just a little bit more. It won't move on its own, obviously, but dials are lighting up and whatever internalized computers were inside had just enough power to start booting themselves back up.

While they were on a roll here...

"And y'know, pens are probably collectable here. Finger pens are pretty cool, but who's to say you can't get every kind of pen to hold in your actual hands?"

That's pins. Pins are collectable. Still. Pens are pretty cool, and Sans has a feeling he can convince Mettaton to get so many he won't worry about needing a glitter pen finger.

Unfortunately, the thought of getting his body back still doesn't outweigh Mettaton's whining. There's a soft thunk as the core flops onto the floor with a pout. "ugh, just do what you have to do, sans! you don't need to tell me how you're temporarily destroying me."

Sigh. Life is hard for the star of the century.

"i can't believe alphys wouldn't come..."

Oh, thank god. Not having to convince Mettaton to do every little thing makes Sans' job a lot easier for his lazy ass. He shrugs, then cants his head further towards the open panel and properly gets to work.

"Yeah? What's she doing?"

He's got a feeling he's going to hear a very one-sided account of it, but he'll just ask Alphys about it later.

"... So I'm guessing you finally told Papyrus too."

If he had arms, they would have been dramatically draped over his forehead at the mere thought of his broken heart. "betraying me." Tiny sigh. "'oh mettaton, i told you to be careful!! i told you not to get yourself hurt!! i'm out with my girlfriend, who i love more than you, so you're just going to have to rot there on your vacation with the moon of your life'," he helpfully paraphrased in the least flattering imitation of his best friend. It's awful when you can't mechanically adjust your vocal cords to be a perfect match, so nasally (?? he doesn't have a nose??) whining will have to do.

The question about said moon of his life causes the core to tense up a moment. There really isn't much reason why. Reflex, maybe. Holding secrets for so long tend to make you jumpy at the thought of spilling them, even after you already have. "...yes. he knows."

Well.

"ha... he actually already knew." And not because of Sans! Thankfully. Sans was a decent fellow; Mettaton would hate to kill him.

"Wow."

The skeleton's tone says plenty. He doesn't buy it. That's okay though, Mettaton can go as long as he wants to. He gets the jumpiness though. That definitely comes with secrets.

"Yeah. I know. It was fun watchin' him play detective for a while."

Oh.

Oh, Sans knew?

There's a soft thump of the heart rolling onto his side, like a teenage girl who just heard something scandalous at the slumber party. "and... you didn't happen to help him, did you?" Papyrus said he figured it out all on his own, but...

He knows Sans. Tricksy hobbit.

If any floating metal heart could pull a Gwen Stefani, Mettaton can. Sans can't quite see him, but he knows Mettaton thinks he's been talking shit.

"Nah. I just played sidekick," He said with a wink. "Detectives need an ear for their theories, y'know. And Gerson let me borrow an old trench coat and a hat so he could dress the part. You shoulda seen him, it was pretty cool."

There's some shuffling and sparking sounds coming out of Mettaton's body. That's normal.

"Anyway. He was already goin' the right direction on his own. I just gave him some vague ideas when he got stuck."

You better believe it. If he had eyes, there'd be some major mal de ojo being thrown around. Instead, he continues to pout.

"hmph. what sort of vague ideas?" He makes it sound like even that was a great betrayal of his trust.

If Sans could remember that time Mettaton told him ghosts see souls better than most, he'd 1) hope the garish Hawaiian shirt he's wearing distracts from his scar, and 2) wonder if Mettaton could pick up on the cheeky shit he's pulling right now.

Because he totally is.

"You know. Vague," He said, shrugging. "I dunno, what? You want an essay and citations on the whole thing? I don't remember EVERYTHING I told 'im, ya know?"

If it made Sans feel any better, Mettaton was far too self-absorbed in his own personal, body-horror tragedy to focus on Sans'. Besides, some small, blackout-drunk part of him feels like they've had that conversation before and, spoiler alert, it ended with Sans turning into a spooky dial-up modem.

Best not to bring it up for now.

Besides-besides, he's still offended. This was important and Sans is brushing it off like it was just another innocent prank! There's another hint of pink from under the bed, like the core is trying desperately to glare another hole into the skeleton. "well, wonderful. i'll remember that the next time he's curious about you."

...okay, so maybe he would focus on that.

Yeah, no. Don't make Sans do the creepy AOL thing again. Or do. Either's good.

"Hate to tell ya, but I don't got any deep dark secrets worth telling my brother," Sans says, going back to ignoring Mettaton and focusing on... well, Mettaton. He rolls his chair further back and tilts his head to get a better look inside the panel. Almost... "So go ahead, I guess."

mmmmmmmohmygodstopfuckinglying

"Besides, I already told you. Papyrus figured out most of it himself. He's the one who cracked it. I barely did anything... which, hey, suits me just fine. I'm just happy you guys finally cleared the air."

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"maybe i will!" Real mature, Mett.

He's back to rolling onto his "stomach". He wishes he had legs. Where are his legs. Being this limbless, helpless thing is the worst!! It's an absolute nightmare! He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy!!

...well. Maybe he'd wish it on that over-glorified starlet he opened for in Japan. Pft. Miku.

Sigh.

"yes... he's. he was very understanding. always so thoughtful, your brother." Then, in an barely audible, dreamy tone, "i owe him so many kisses..."

Sans is a Shinya Arino fan himself.

"I told you, right? He's awesome."

Also:

"Gross. You mind doing that after I leave?" As if Sans wasn't the biggest slob in the Underground. The skeleton's face scrunches up slightly, but otherwise doesn't look all that disgusted. He honestly wasn't very bothered anyway, but getting grossed out by your brother's love life and cooties is part of a sibling's job.

Anyway. A couple more minutes of tinkering later, Sans backs away from Mettaton's body. He's figuring out by now how to boot the rest of him back on. A few quick button presses does the trick.

"Bingo. So how do put yourself back in here?"

Sans gets the closest approximation to a raspberry a tongueless, mouthless monster is capable of making. "i see we're still 12, sansy. you know, some of us are mature enough not to complain that our friends and family have found the loves of their lives. or is that jealousy tal--

"what? it's done?!" There's a streak of pink in the air as the metal heart dashes out from under the bed's cover to examine the body-- aaaaaaaaaand immediately realizes where he is and ducks behind said machine.

"...if you could turn around, please?"

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The smaller skeleton would point out that he's smooched and even slept in the same bed as Toriel before ~~(which I had to word really carefully just now, wow)~~, but here comes Mettaton. Literally.

Which pretty much confirms what Sans thought MTT looked like, though he only gets a quick glimpse of it before he's hiding again. Sighing, he gives a casual shrug, his usual lazy grin, and spins around in his chair.

"I ain't looking. Give it a try."

Whatever. MTT knows Sans didn't even know what Tier 15 meant. Papyrus told him so.

But there are more important things! Like... not being trapped in a Harlan Ellison novel! The second he hears the chair squeak, the core cautiously peaks above his own "shoulder" to see that the skeleton has, in fact, turned around. Satisfied, he makes his way to the front of his body, staring warily at the opening in the front panel.

If this did not work, there was a strong possibility that this could fry out his body with him inside of it. Just one, awful ZAP and that was it. Goodbye, Underground's star. Hello, dust.

Uuugh. Giving up his immortality... The things he did for fame.

There was a click as the core set itself back inside of its metal shell, then a hiss as the panels closed behind it. Electricity hummed as magic from the core transferred into robotic limbs and...

"DARLING, IF YOU DON'T TURN AROUND NOW, HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE YOU A ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME MTT-BRAND EMBRACE?"

Okay, but he literally still doesn't know what Tier 15 is. And the way Papyrus talked about it, Sans almost thought you guys were having mecha-skeleton babies.

Luckily, that mini-heart attack was over and done with. Sans folds his hands over his ribs and leans back while he waits for Mettton to adjust himself. Rearrange himself. Whatever he's doing in there. As obnoxious as the skeleton can be, he can at least respect a Privacy when it comes to stuff like this.

Whatever happened, it sounded like it worked. Literally. Click, hum, Mettaton. Acting like he's going to give you something you didn't even know you asked for. Yep. He's back. Sans grins and whirls back around.

"Aw. Don't sweat it, Wheelies."

Why does he have a feeling there's only a 50% chance this is a real offer.

Considering the two of them, perhaps ignorance is for the better. But lord, could you even imagine their hypothetical child? It'd be a sentient horror show.

Anyway, that feeling is because Sans is either bad at math or Mettaton, because Mettaton's sweeping forward to try and pick up the skeleton in a spinning hug attack anyway. "OOOOH DARLING, YOU'RE MY (SECOND) HERO!!"

Limbs! Glorious limbs!

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Good god, don't even joke about something like that.

And welp, Sans was half-right. The skeleton is used to Papyrus picking him up enough that he's not even surprised, but he's also used to having somebody equally skeleton-shaped to hold onto. Good thing Mettaton's got huge hands.

"Whoa--"

Okay, you know what? This is fine. Mettaton can hug attack him. Sans just chuckles. Once the spinning stops, he pats the top of the robot's head.

"Heheheheh. Hey. Glad to be of service, pal. It was easy stuff. Bone appetite."

Gasp!

He sets Sans down as quickly as he picked him up, hands going to his "hips". "SANS! HOW CRASS!!" Then, in a tone that sounded both scandalized and suspiciously like a teenager sitting around with their besties and talking about their crush: "YOU SAID TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER YOU LEFT."

?????????

Okay, he's being set down now.

"Huh?" Give him a second. "After what..."

OH. Ew.

"... Wow, dude. That was just a pun. Yeah, no, still wait."

...oh.

Oh.

He's found it. Scientists have searched tirelessly for years to find the subject that could fluster the unbreakable Sans. They'd concluded the only thing capable was the queen Toriel, but, as of this second, there's been a breakthrough discovery.

There is another.

Mettaton's still chuckling. It's that awful, terrible laugh he does when he's teasing Alphys about her crushes, intentionally setting up Papyrus for awful puns, or letting loose snails in Blooky's room. It's that shitty, knowing laugh he does when he's about to transform into the world's most annoying best friend/boyfriend/younger-family-member.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAID IT, SANS. NOT ME. AT LEAST I KNOW WE HAVE YOUR SUPPORT FOR WHEREVER OUR RELATIONSHIP DECIDES TO GO."

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To be fair, it's not as much of a fluster button as Toriel is. It's more of an ew-gross-brother-cooties-but-I'm-still-happy-for-you kind of thing. Sans quirks a non-eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. You guys do that. Just not in front of me."

IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

YOU CAN BE THE KING BUT WATCH THE QUEEN lose a battle to water

FIRST THING'S FIRST I take a nap

CAUSE THAT'S WHAT A MFIN MONSTA with a busy schedule and limited vacation days DO

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I FORGOT IT WAS MY TURN

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